I have never been in the least sure that I haven't wanted to marry you myself." Nigel lit a cigarette and pushed the box across to his companion.
"I've frequently felt the same way," he confessed.

"The trouble of it is that when the really right person comes along, one hasn't any doubt about it whatever.

I should have made you a stodgy husband, Maggie." She sniffed.
"I think that considering the way you've flirted with me," she declared, "you ought at least to have given me the opportunity of refusing you." "If Naida refuses me," he began-- "And I decide that Asia is too far away," she interrupted-- "We may come together, after all," he said, with a resigned little sigh.
"Glib tongue and empty heart," she quoted.

"Nigel, I would never trust you.

I believe you're in love with Naida." "And I'm not quite so sure about you," he observed, watching the colour rise quickly in her cheeks.